It ain’t often I get touched by a love story.
But it ain’t often that I read about a couple who so obviously loved each other as much as these two Americans:
Mr Richard & Mrs Mildred Love, the later who died earlier this month aged 68.
I guess it isn’t easy for us living in the west today to imagine what the hell of segregation must have been like. But to have fallen in love with someone forbidden, someone of the wrong colour must have been hell.
I’m thankful I met my partner when I did.
Which is why I felt saddened when I read the Economist newspapers obituary to Mildred Love, toward the end of the article the writer states:
Her widowhood was long, after Richard was killed in a car accident in 1975, but she never thought of replacing him. They loved each other. (The Economist 17-23 May p.96)
But then my thoughts turn to all the societies that exist today with their false walls, conditions and religious rigour that impose norms that are extreme & demanding.
Last night I had to endure the shouts of a family being torn apart by a wayward daughter & her widowed father. Last night I heard again the younger sister who simply makes noise to block out the shouting.
I’m thankful I feel love every time I think of my partner.
I’m thankful to have been born at a time in Europe we are relatively balanced, relaxed & in many ways outright lazy – because we can be!
